Dawn had barely begun to paint the sky when Li Hua emerged from her room, dressed in her plain training clothes. The coarse linen looked ordinary enough, but she could feel the subtle spiritual threads her mother had carefully woven through the fabric during her weekly mending sessions.
It was their parents' clever compromise—clothes that looked appropriately humble while still offering their children extra protection. These enhanced training clothes had saved them from more than a few scrapes during their daily forest excursions beneath Great White Mountain.
